I didn’t start reading very young - in fact, I think my first real book was the 3rd from the series Harry Potter, sometime around 2nd or 3rd grade. That’s when I realized books are magic. If you could only hear me talking about them, you would understand. People told me my eyes start shining and I start monologues about the greatness of books that never end.
I am a passionate type of reader of fiction - as you can see, I like to read a bit of everything, to experience everything there is in reading and penetrating other worlds. I think books show you what nothing else can: how the others think. And then you find out, they’re not so different from you, after all.
Honestly, I read it when I was quite young, 12 or 13 I think. So I can only say what I remember I thought then about the book, not what I’d think now. I recall quite clearly that it left an impression on me, and that I liked Nabokov’s style so much it influenced my writing for a time. I also remember expecting it to be more outrageous, but finding it a bit mild.